ROLLIN'

Yo, it's the Backpack Boyz lightin' up that chronic . We be vibin' in the woods , smellin' that sweet scent . Got my blunt ready, and we about to get high . This plant be bomb , man. We puffing that haze all day hard. It's the flyest way to chill about our worries. We ain't got any worries for the haters. Grab Your Gear, Paradise Awaits Sunshine